torture to the end

The lights were on in the corridor, and Zhong Yuan saw that Han Jingyu's hair seemed to be covered with a layer of moist water vapor, so he pretended to be very unintentional and asked, "Have you taken a bath so early?"

Han Jingyu walked to the door, stretched out his hand to close the door, and only gave an 'hmm' when he heard Zhong Yuan's words.

Zhong Yuan turned sideways, "Let's go."

The stairway is very spacious, but the two went downstairs one after the other, Zhong Yuan walked in front, and Han Jingyu's shadow fell beside him.

The car was parked not far downstairs, but Zhong Yuan didn't drive, and followed Han Jingyu to the school gate on foot.

Zhong Yuan still imagined getting close to Han Jingyu without any grievances a few times ago, but now he found that a barrier had formed in his heart, which made it difficult for him to face Han Jingyu frankly.

It's not too late, there are still some people in the campus, but it is much more empty than in the daytime, and the green floor lamp shines from the lawn, adorning the inconspicuous little flowers on the branches are extra cute.

"Wearing so lightly, is it cold?" Zhong Yuan looked at Han Jingyu who was wearing short sleeves, and asked abruptly.

Han Jingyu only replied, "It's okay."

It was indeed a bit cold at night, and the wind felt like burrs on the body.

Zhong Yuan suddenly reached out and touched Han Jingyu's arm. Han Jingyu's body temperature was low, and he had just taken a shower, so his tentacles were cold.

"Go back and add some clothes." Zhong Yuan took his hand back before Han Jingyu dodged it, "Your body is cold."

Han Jingyu's voice was already deep, "No need."

"Why are you disobedient." Zhong Yuan also frowned and muttered.

Han Jingyu ignored him.

The two of them still walked towards the school gate. When they got to the gate, a couple quarreled. The woman was crying and arguing, but the man hugged him and did not let go. Zhong Yuan laughed when he walked past the two of them. Han Jingyu deliberately avoided it, and the two stood under the headlights at the school gate, motionless.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Zhong Yuan asked for Han Jingyu's opinion.

Han Jingyu said in a perfunctory tone, "Whatever."

When Zhong Yuan looked up, he saw a newly opened small dessert shop across from the school. The facade was very cute, with pink and white fonts. It was a girl who knew it was running it.Zhong Yuan took Han Jingyu there, Han Jingyu came out with a casual attitude, followed Zhong Yuan into the dessert shop, took a double seat, and watched Zhong Yuan order.

Zhong Yuan asked Han Jingyu, Han Jingyu didn't speak, so he ordered two bowls of sago and mille-feuille cake.

The place where Han Jingyu was sitting was right in front of the wind, Zhong Yuan didn’t notice it at first, but when the things came up, he felt it when he pushed Similu to Han Jingyu, the air-conditioning came from behind Han Jingyu, Zhong Yuan changed his position while holding the things , Han Jingyu didn't know what happened, and Zhong Yuan took him to the innermost seat against the wall.

I took two symbolic bites of what Zhong Yuan ordered, and then sat and watched Han Jingyu eat.

Han Jingyu seemed a lot looser at this time, he had already had dinner in the evening, and now being called out by Zhong Yuan, he lowered his head and stirred the bowl of sago with a spoon.

Zhong Yuan pressed both elbows on the table, "Do you not like sweets?"

"Fortunately."

"How do you feel..." Zhong Yuan looked Han Jingyu up and down several times, but he didn't let go of his frowning eyebrows, "You're thinner than when you first came to Shanghai?"

Han Jingyu took a sip of sago dew, "No."

Zhong Yuan didn't know how many soft nails he had with Han Jingyu for a long time. He also knew Han Jingyu's character, and he didn't think it was deliberately perfunctory.

"How's your life at school?" Zhong Yuan asked, "How about you move back and I'll pick you up in the evening?"

Han Jingyu's black eyelashes drooped, and the moist luster on his thin white lips, "It's pretty good, I won't trouble you."

Han Jingyu's hair is indeed long, but it can also be seen that it has been trimmed, neatly outlining the ear and brow bone, and the whole person looks very refreshing and handsome.

Zhong Yuan just sat and watched Han Jingyu drinking the sago sips one by one, quietly without making a sound, as if he came from that kind of well-bred home.

"Is there any girl you like in school?" Zhong Yuan asked with a bit of a joke, "You can find one in college, that's fine, in the future..."

Han Jingyu, who had kept his head down, suddenly raised his head, his slightly frowned brows and deep gaze made Zhong Yuan speechless.

The two of them stared at each other in silence for a while.

"The dormitory is about to close, I'll go back first." It was Han Jingyu who spoke first, and he stood up to leave.

Zhong Yuan grabbed Han Jingyu's arm at once, "Hey, it's so early."

Han Jingyu was dragged by Zhong Yuan and sat down again.

"Anyway, you finish your food." Zhong Yuan said.

There was only a small bowl of sago, and Han Jingyu had only taken a few sips. When Zhong Yuan said this, Han Jingyu drank it in a few sips, but the thing was too sweet. Although it was not greasy, it was still delicious. Tell Han Jingyu to lick his lips several times.

Zhong Yuan didn't expect Han Jingyu to be like this, "Where did I offend you, I asked you to come out for a meal like this."

Han Jingyu frowned, "Just say what you want to say."

Zhong Yuan didn't expect that Han Jingyu would suddenly say, "I'll ask you to come out for a meal..."

"Thank you."

"I don't want you to say thank you." Zhong Yuan was blocked by Han Jingyu several times, and he also lost his temper.

Han Jingyu stood up and walked outside, Zhong Yuan grabbed his wrist, "You should listen to me!"

Han Jingyu didn't leave, and was pulled back by Zhong Yuan.

The purpose of Zhong Yuan's visit this time is indeed very pure. He just wanted to establish a good relationship with Han Jingyu. He had a bad temper at first, and he didn't lose his temper after being rushed by Han Jingyu several times. Now Han Jingyu sat quietly opposite him. Yuan was speechless again.

"You said."

Zhong Yuan originally wanted to ask Han Jingyu to move back to live, but after only a few days, he moved to school. You pack up your things and come back to live with me."

Han Jingyu didn't speak.

Zhong Yuan knew this was the case, it was useless to talk to Han Jingyu with nice or beautiful words.

"My old man is not in good health recently, you go back to live, let him watch, and make him feel more at ease." Zhong Yuan said.

"Then why don't you go?" Han Jingyu asked back.

Zhong Yuan's mind was spinning fast, "I don't have a good relationship with my old man, if I'm at home, maybe he'll be pissed off in a few days."

This is a fact, and Han Jingyu couldn't even refute it.

"The old man will help you study, and you stay at home, just treat him as a company." Zhong Yuan said, "He is really not in good health these days, and he doesn't go to the hospital for a checkup..."

Having said this, Han Jingyu let go, "When will I go back?"

Zhong Yuan secretly laughed, "Let's go tonight, pack up your things."

Han Jingyu didn't expect it to be so soon, "Tonight?"

"Well, is it inconvenient or what?" Zhong Yuan asked.

When Han Jingyu is silent, no one can guess his thoughts.

"If it's not convenient for you tonight, you can do it tomorrow." Zhong Yuan didn't press too hard.

Han Jingyu didn't suspect Zhong Yuan at all. This was probably due to the fact that he had been avoiding Han Jingyu during this period of time. As for the initial incident, due to the fading of time, it became only a vague memory.

"No need." Han Jingyu also thought about it seriously before standing up, "I'll go back and pack my things."

Zhong Yuan seemed much happier at this time, but he didn't show it too much on his face, "Okay, I'll wait for you downstairs." Then he asked, "Are there many things? I'll go up and get them for you?"

Han Jingyu said, "No need, just a few clothes."

"Well, then I'll wait for you downstairs."

After paying the bill, the two went back to school. Zhong Yuan was waiting downstairs in the boys' dormitory. When Han Jingyu went upstairs, he saw Quan Yun sitting on the bed playing computer.

Han Jingyu saw the clothes in the trash can, the clothes with the labels removed just yesterday.

"Why did you lose your clothes?" Han Jingyu just asked unintentionally.

Quan Yun was looking for information on the Internet, and answered casually, "The dry cleaners didn't come to collect it."

Han Jingyu didn't understand the connection between the two, and he didn't care about Quan Yun anymore. He took back the clothes hanging outside and folded them. Han Jingyu was quiet when packing up, and only Quan Yun could be heard in the whole dormitory. The sound of typing on a keyboard.

Han Jingyu has very few things. A few pieces of clothes are gone as soon as they are put away. The trash can has just been cleaned out, and there is only one piece of clothing in it. Han Jingyu picks up the clothes and puts them on the back of Quan Yun's chair, "You can wash the clothes by yourself."

Quan Yun was busy with his own business, he didn't know if he heard it or not, but he didn't answer anyway.

Han Jingyu took the door and went out.

Zhong Yuan was standing downstairs fiddling with his mobile phone. When he saw Han Jingyu coming down, he immediately went up to meet him.

"Have you finished packing?" Zhong Yuan asked.

Han Jingyu gave an 'hmm'.

Han Jingyu was carrying a shoulder bag with only a few clothes in it, which made Zhong Yuan feel a little uncomfortable after seeing it.But he didn't say anything, and patted Han Jingyu's arm, "Home is better than school, it has everything."

The car was driven by Zhong Yuan, and it stopped at the door of the boy's dormitory. The two of them got into the car, and when the lights came on, it illuminated the vast future.Han Jingyu was sitting in the passenger seat, Zhong Yuan looked at Han Jingyu and glanced at the dormitory building with the lights on outside the car window, but he lived here too short, and after one glance, his quiet gaze was withdrawn.

Zhong Yuan kept looking at him, and he was slightly relieved when he saw that there was no nostalgia in Han Jingyu's eyes.